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She looks around and squints at the walls. All she sees are faceless frames on the walls, everything seeming untouched. She pulls away her blanket and steps off the bed barefoot. The floor has a cold layer of frost but is not slippery, it shines and sparkles with every step. She begins to walk towards the hallway where all the beautiful flowers are held. She glides her hand on the mystic walls leaving a trail of condensed water droplets. She picks a unique flower, purple with swirls of white and red, in a bouquet.

A faint scream echoes, repassing through the entire castle. She looks towards the directions and runs. As the screams get louder, the darker the walls become. She, unknowingly, enters the Prince’s chambers. She glances through the door and sees his bare back. Lashed with cuts and burns. His armor is put aside and his raven on the the balcony rails. He applies a herbal ointment on a yellow leaf and then applies it over his wounds. He looks in surprise at his door.

You’re up early, he says.

She walks in asking.

Are you okay? Where am I?

The Prince stands slightly taller than her.

“I’ll be fine, welcome to my castle, Taserus. Let me introduce myself. Many call me the Ice Prince or the Dark one, but you may call me Lord Brendan”.